[It Came From The Dairy Aisle] Sunday, Undead Sunday

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa does have that dress in her wardrobe at home. ]

[ After she crawls from her grave, she's going to take a few moments to brush herself off and head out looking for her mates and friends. ]

[ She's moving slowly, but why are you running? She just wants to give you a hug! ]

((OOC: Replies will be falling into place after 1600 CST.))

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[velesdonnersen]

[Oh, now, really. Tarvek doesn't know whether to laugh with relief, or fume. I mean, really. Really? This?]

Blue lightening and hail stones. Ilsa, liebchen, they have turned you into a bad B-movie -- and you made sure I got to see enough bad B-movies to know.

Gah... so much dirt, liebchen. If I run, will you follow me home so we can hose you off?

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa headtilts, and smiles lopsidedly at Tarvek. ]

Grrah?

[ She reaches out to hug him, but she is also dreadfully slow. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[So very glad she's back, and likely to end up all right in the end.]

Eeeee! Oh, dread! Zombie Ilsa is after me! [He laughs -- another thing he had too few chances to do back in Europa. He pretends to run away -- but not very fast or effectively. He's willing to let her catch him.]

Help. Help. I am being chased by Zombie Ilsa!

[ooeeooahah]

[ She giggles, but it is s little bit of a liquid sound, and gives chase... shambling along, with a bit of a hip-sway. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[Chuckling, he keeps retreating... but never far, and always turning back to smile at her.]

Grah, yourself, liebchen.

[He quite intentionally falters. Will she catch him? He's rather large even for her to carry off bridal style...]

[ooeeooahah]

[ If she can catch him, she's going to sling him over her shoulder, because it's closer to the load-bearing structure to carry him that way. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[His mun sees you're also capturing Egon. Gonna start a collection?]

[He definitely lets her catch up, and then cheerfully hugs her, while also scolding, gently.]

Truly, leibchen, we should get you home. You're very dirty, and you do smell a bit odd.

Lovable. But odd.

[She is welcome to drag him off, as far as he's concerned. But, then, she always was....]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Save the males, collect the whole set. ]

[ Odd? Just good freshly-turned graveyard dirt with hints of formaldehyde... okay so it's not white musk, green tea, aloe and lemon. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[It probably remains lucky for her that she's beloved by a Nice Transylvanian Boy with an admiration for slabs, lightening rods, and resurrection... a little formaldehyde isn't going to slow him down for long.]

Eeek. You are capturing me, liebchen!

Whatever shall I do?

[ooeeooahah]

[ She gives him a burbling giggle and lurches off to her lair. ]